Of weekends and watercolor teabags

The weekend.

:: a four day visit from a faraway friend :: used bookstores :: impromptu birthday parties :: chocolate cake :: Christmas presents in January :: choir concerts :: watching Emma :: popcorn & tea :: River City Church :: getting hugs from little children and being told that one of their Barbies is still named after me :: introducing my good friends to each other for the first time :: a car packed with some of my favorite people :: ice skating :: realizing how many people I know and being thankful that I'm not really the new girl anymore :: puns & sarcasm :: sleepovers and praying together in the dark :: 

It was a full and wonderful weekend. 

And I'm tired. 

I need to be alone.

I skip ballet.

I finish a painting. Experiment. Stain portions of the paper with actual tea in addition to the watercolor.

 Sometimes.

Sometimes it is good to be alone. Quiet.

{Better is a handful of quietness than two hands full of toil and a striving after wind.}